My Japanese story is a bit sweet

Chapter 195 When the cups touched each other, it was the sound of broken dreams.

July [-]th, five o'clock in the evening.

A small cart was parked at the entrance of Su Wo's cafeteria.

"Miss Su, please count the ingredients for today's serving."

"Thank you very much, let's have a cup of tea before we go."

Soga Rika came out with a cup of tea and handed it to Mr. Ito who brought the ingredients.

"Thank you." Mr. Ito took the tea. He is an easy-to-satisfy pig demon. Because of a small cup of tea, he can't see his eyes from his teeth.

I have to say that the round pancake face is indeed a bit simple and honest, really like a pig.

The human form of the monsters is indeed mostly connected with the main body. For example, Mr. Kuroki really looks like a gentle white raccoon cat, while Mr. Maeda with two beards looks a little treacherous.

After counting the ingredients and cleaning up, Su Wo Canteen is about to start a new night of business.

"Good evening, Miss Suga."

In the drizzle, a simple monk in a rough blue coat, gray trousers, and leggings opened the door curtain and walked in.

Su Woliyi was taken aback, and then smiled faintly.

"Master Ono, long time no see."

"One eel sushi roll, one bowl of soba noodles in clear soup, and one pot of sake."

"Okay, the wine is at the bar, go get it yourself, I'll prepare the dishes."

When he came to the bar, Masato Ono saw his shadow on the flat and bright glass of the wine cabinet.There wasn't much change, except that the skin that couldn't be covered by the collar was filled with red spots, and there were two bulges on the forehead, as if something would pierce the skin from the inside at any time.

Flowers bloom when it rains, but die if it doesn’t rain.Worms get eaten by frogs, and frogs get eaten by birds.This generation dies, and the next generation takes its place. It's just the law of nature. It's no big deal.

Masato Ono stared at his ugly and sharp claws, thinking, it's not because his body is really inconvenient to use.

After more than 20 minutes, Suga Rika brought out eel sushi and soba noodles in clear soup, sat down on one side, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Masato Ono took a sip of sake, "Not very good."

"How long can it last?"

"Tomorrow evening probably won't work."

"That's good." Su Galiyi also poured himself a cup, and said nonchalantly, "I've been annoyed to death by that kid named Fujiwara these days, and everything will come to a conclusion tomorrow evening." gone."

"Haha." Ono Masato smiled heartily, took a mouthful of noodles, chewed and said, "That kid is pretty good, miss Su, you have to be careful."

"Master Ono, is it because my cooked noodles are not delicious?"

"It's delicious, why?"

"Then why can't you keep your mouth shut?"

"It's the last meal, eat slowly, don't rush."

"That's a pity." Su Woliyi sighed with a sweet voice.

The door curtain was lifted, and following the sound of footsteps, Ibaraki Doji, who was nearly two meters tall and had two mini elk horns on his forehead, walked into the cafeteria.

"Long time no see." After the three nodded to each other, Su Woliyi asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"No." Ibaraki Doji sat on the high stool next to Ono Masato, "Just drink some wine, is there any red wine?"

"Only whiskey."

"Alright."

After the whiskey was served, Ibaraki Doji poured half a glass into the glass, stared at the color for a while, took a sip, and closed his eyes to let the smell of the wine permeate his taste buds.

"The taste is very subtle," he said. "It's not sweet, it's not spicy, it's simple and light."

Su Galiyi smiled faintly, "You two old classmates are talking, I will avoid it."

After her figure disappeared, Ibaraki Doji raised the glass of whiskey in his hand and touched the ceramic cup of sake in Masato Ono's hand.

"We haven't had a drink together for a long time."

"That's right." Masato Ono sighed, "Every time we get together, if you drink too much, you will talk at length, and if you listen too much, it will be annoying."

Ibaraki Doji leaned on the table with one arm, and rested his chin in his hand, "It's a bad disease I got in Waseda a few years ago."

"Waseda!" Ono Masato looked at the halo dyed by the lights at the bar, his vision became a little blurred.

"When I first entered college, I was pulled into the "United Red Army." To be honest, I didn't know what it was. As soon as I joined, they asked me to read Marx, and I had to attend political-related speeches and reunion."

"It's helpless, but it's still fresh." Speaking of this, Masato Ono smiled, and then said: "I can't help it, I had to go home and read Max desperately. But I can't read it at all, no matter how I read it." I know. Then, at speeches and parties, they tell me that it doesn't matter if I know it or not, as long as I know I'm doing the right thing. At that time, I wondered, I don't even know what I'm doing, how can I Are you sure you're doing the right thing?"

"At the party, because I couldn't understand what they were saying, I asked. What is the so-called imperialist exploitation? Is it like the East India Company? Is there a capital company job? But no one explained it to me."

"Ibaraki, you should understand this, right?"

"Of course." Ibaraki Doji nodded, "I went to Waseda just to learn about this."

Masato Ono asked, "Can you tell me something?"

Ibaraki Doji took a sip of whiskey and exhaled the turbid smell of alcohol. "It's normal that civilians don't understand this, because civilians are an exploited group. During those four years, I understood what "revolution" is and what "reforming society" is. "After graduating from college, I have been thinking that if civilians continue to be exploited, this country will not get better. I think we must find ways to stop it and find ways to change it."

After about 5 minutes, Ono Masato said melancholy: "What I remember most is the time you and I attended a midnight rally. When I was confused among the crowd, Mihoko brought her to do it for you and me. Ten rice balls with fried eggs inside and wrapped in seaweed."

Ibaraki Doji frowned and thought for a moment, then asked in confusion: "When did it happen, why didn't I know?"

"Of course you don't know." Ono Masato shook his head, "Those rice balls were snatched away as soon as they were delivered to me. Those who snatched them, while eating, complained why Mihoko only put them in the rice balls." Fried eggs, why not put salmon and cod roe."

Ibaraki Doji remained speechless.

"Don't you think you're an asshole?" Masato Ono took a sip of sake, his tone full of rare anger, "I was so angry that I couldn't even speak, those people who talked about their ideals openly robbed other people's supper , they rob it and forget it, and they are still haggling about it, what is this?"

Ibaraki Doji asked: "That's when, did you have doubts?"

"Not yet, but I realized after that night that I might not be the one to do big things." Masato Ono smiled helplessly, "Later, the red movement was suppressed by the authorities, and I was with you, causing trouble all day I didn't mix it up until I graduated from college."

"By the time I regained my senses, the political storm had subsided. The red wave that seemed to shake the times was like a kite that had lost its rope. It fell to the ground and disappeared from people's sight."

"Yes." Ibaraki Doji smiled regretfully, "It's really a pity. At that time, I thought I could succeed."

After speaking, he raised his glass, "Come on, let's have a drink."

"Cheers." Masato Ono raised his cup and slammed it together, and then he whispered a few words. "At that time we had dreams, about literature, about love, and dreams about changing the world. Now we drink late at night, and when the glasses touch each other, it is the sound of broken dreams."

After finishing the drink, the glass and ceramic cup were placed on the bar together, making a crisp "clang" sound.

"Ibaraki, I have something to ask you."

"You said."

Masato Ono poured another glass of wine before continuing, "After graduating from university, I cut my hair short, wore a suit, and entered a publishing house to work. The thing that impressed me most about that company was not the boss, nor my colleagues, nor Customers. It’s the tax bureau officials who show up every once in a while.”

"Every time they come to check, it's like a violent gang coming to collect debts. What? Only one account book? Is it really a true record of income and expenditure? Bring all the receipts! If they can't find satisfactory results, they will say it with a cold face. I was complaining about why my income was so low. Did I hide it to evade taxes? Once I couldn’t bear it anymore, so I stood up and cursed: My income is low because I can’t make any money. If you want to collect more taxes, go get more taxes. Let’s collect the money from those people’s houses!”

"Ahem." Ibaraki Doji choked on the whiskey, coughed a few times, and then asked with a strange smile: "What happened next?"

"Then?" Ono Masato said helplessly: "I was fired from the company the next day. The boss told me at the time that he was very optimistic about me, but for the sake of his family's livelihood, he could only reluctantly fire me."

"Understood." Ibaraki Doji nodded and said sympathetically, "Offending the tax bureau is worse than offending the prime minister."

"So, the question I want to ask you is" Masato Ono drank the glass of sake he poured just now, and asked, "If you can succeed, will the attitude of the tax bureau officials change?"

Ibaraki Doji answered honestly, "Probably not."

"So, I don't believe in those things a long time ago. Now I only believe in love."

"What about your love?"

"No, it was robbed by a 16-year-old boy."

"Hahaha hiccup~ Mmm!"

Masato Ono wrinkled his face like a bitter melon, and said rather distressed: "Although this is indeed funny, as an old classmate, can you stop gloating?"

"Sorry. Haha." Ibaraki Doji lay on the counter, clutching his stomach, twitching violently, "I can't bear it, hahaha. 16 years old."

"I really hope that one day the person you like will also be attracted to him."

"People I like? That doesn't exist at all. What I like is the great revolutionary cause."

"You are such a boring monster, I hope Suga canteen can blacklist you." Ono Masato jumped off the high stool after drinking the last sip of sake, "Let's go, I don't have to listen to your long speeches anymore, Thinking about it, I still feel very happy.”

"Wait." Ibaraki Doji stopped him, pointing to the red broken arm in his hand, "Why did you attach this broken arm to yourself? You should know, when the broken arm completely swallows your body After that, you will never come back."

Masato Ono recalled for a while, and said: "After all, I experienced the turbulent era of campus struggle. No matter whether it is good or bad, I have survived from that era."

"I have seriously thought about it. I used to be a naysayer to capitalism, but now I live in an area dominated by the most developed capitalism. I have doubts about it. So I I want to try it out and see if it’s better than what you said. But I can’t agree with your approach, so I have to make myself not me and get involved.”

After finishing speaking, Masato Ono clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, and when he looked up, he smiled heartily.

This is the last smile he left in this world.

Ibaraki Doji took a sip of the whiskey and quietly put the glass back on the counter.He didn't leave, just sat on the side of the bar, thinking about something silently.

It was raining again outside the door, and the cafeteria's business hours were up, and some familiar old customers slowly approached the cafeteria.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Mr. Kuroki walked in holding an umbrella.

"Good evening, Mr. Kuroki." Suga Rika handed over a towel with a smile.

"No need, I brought it myself today. It's not good to bother you." Mr. Kuroki waved his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the water stains on his body.

"As usual, a pot of sake and a grilled saury."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Su Woliyi got into the kitchen and walked out again not long after.

Mr. Maeda arrived at some unknown time and was sitting next to Mr. Kuroki. He was instilling in him ideas such as "Demons are short-lived and enjoy themselves in time" and "As long as there is love, don't worry about reproductive isolation." .

Mr. Kuroki was still the same as usual, smiling apologetically every time, and didn't listen at all.

Su Galiyi walked over, put down the wine and fish, looked at the mouse monster, and said half-jokingly: "Mr. Maeda, if you disturb my guests again, I will blacklist you."

"Where can I have it?" Mr. Maeda raised his hand in a gesture of surrender, "An omurice and a 500ml can of Asahi beer, please."

Suga Rika turned her head slightly, bent over, and said with a smile: "Okay, Mr. Maeda, please wait a moment, the delicious omelet rice will be delivered soon, but before that, please don't disturb Mr. Kuroki's meal."

Mr. Mouse Demon with a mustache immediately covered his mouth and nodded repeatedly.

When Su Woliyi came out with the omelet rice, he still kept the same action, covering his mouth and not saying a word.When he looked at her, his expression seemed to be showing off like a child: "Look, I'm very good, I didn't say anything."

When the omelet rice was placed on the table, Mr. Maeda let go of his hand, took a few exaggerated deep breaths, and complained: "I'm almost suffocating the rats, Miss Su, if you come out later, maybe I will become the one in history." The first monster that was smothered to death by itself."

Suga Rika put the dishes down, and turned around to add a bucket of ice cubes to Ibaraki Doji. A layer of dew soon floated on the outside of the wooden ice bucket, and fell drop by drop on the Shiraki bar counter.

Back at the bar, she remembered about Masato Ono.

That great monk with a straightforward personality will never be seen again.It's a pity, but it's unavoidable.

Just like the ice cubes added to whiskey will slowly disappear, people, in the long river of time, will disappear one after another.

Some disappear very quickly, disappearing instantly like being cut off, while others take a long time to fade away gradually.

Su Woliyi thought to herself, if one day I disappear too, when will the last person in this world who remembers me forget me?

While she was thinking about these things, Fujiwara Xingkong opened the curtain and walked in.

At the first glance, he saw Soga Rika at the bar, and at the second, he saw Ibaraki Doji sitting on a high stool in the corner of the bar.

At this moment, Ibaraki Doji turned his head and looked over, shaking the wine glass in his hand.

"Shall we talk?" he asked.

Fujiwara Hoshizora nodded and sat next to him.

(End of this chapter)